My New Mommy And Old Mommy

Mona slouches on the couch when Kenzie drifts in, dragging a fingertip up Mona’s bare arm. Kenzie’s touch says everything—stepdaughter, lover, equal parts hunger and trouble. Mona cracks that Kenzie’s always got sex on the brain. Kenzie shoots back she’s nineteen, so what the hell else should she think about? They grin, already leaning in, tongues meeting slow and wet, until Kenzie’s phone buzzes. Kendra, her ex step-mom, needs a bed for the night. Mona shrugs, lets it happen, but warns no one breathes a word about their affair. Hours later Kendra shows. Mona stiffens in her chair. When Mona steps out, Kendra corners Kenzie: they’ve fucked before. Kenzie begs her to stay quiet. Later, heading for the bathroom, Kendra hears a low moan through a cracked door and freezes. Inside, Kenzie kneels between Mona’s spread thighs, tongue slick against Mona’s swollen clit. Kendra’s own hand darts under her waistband, rubbing quick desperate circles while she watches. A sharp moan slips out; she’s caught. Tension flares—Mona’s face storms—but Kenzie smiles, sweet and filthy, and talks them both into the bed. Mona on her back, Kendra straddling her face, Kenzie’s mouth returning to Mona’s cunt while fingers slide into Kendra. Three bodies lock tight, old grievances and fresh heat burning off together. Kenzie doesn’t have to pick; tonight both her mommies ride her mouth and take turns sucking her small tits until dawn.